Posts Tagged ‘pintura de miniaturas’

 

 

Hello Reader.

 

This is the Portuguese version of  the Figopedia book review. You can check the following link in order to read the English version.

 

Happy new year! Over and out.

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Olá Leitor.

 

Este é o artigo que eu demorei DEMAIS pra escrever. Ele me assombrava rotineiramente e já perdi as contas de quantas vezes me sentei em frente ao computador para escrevê-lo, abandonando-o no meio do processo ou desistindo de escrevê-lo enquanto organizava minhas idéias para ele. Acho que agora vai.

 

Se você acompanha o blog vai se lembrar que em 2014 eu postei aqui um artigo recomendando aos meus leitores que participassem no financiamento coletivo do livro FIGOPEDIA, o primeiro volume de uma coleção de livros sobre o hobby de pintura de miniaturas escrito por Jérémie Bonamant Teboul.

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Olá Leitor.

 

Este artigo é a versão em inglês da resenha do livro Figopedia. Para conferir a versão em português você pode conferir o link aqui.

 

Aproveito para desejar desde já um feliz ano novo a todos vocês. Até breve.

 

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Hello Reader.

 

This is the article I took way too long to write. It often haunted me and I’ve lost count of how many times I sat down to write it and left without finishing it, or gave up in the middle to organize my ideas. I think this time I’ll publish it.

 

If you follow the blog regularly you’ll probably remember that in 2014 I wrote an article recommending that my readers should pledge for the crowdfunding campaign of the FIGOPEDIA book, the first volume of a collection of books about the hobby of miniature painting written by Jérémie Bonamant Teboul.

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Hello Reader.

 

I will often mention in articles here on the blog and on conversations about the hobby that miniature painting is a skill to be learnt and practiced like any other ability.

 

It should come as no surprise that the internet is today one of the largest repositories of information about pretty much any subject the human mind might be interested in, and miniature painting wouldn’t be the exception to that rule. There’s online forums devoted to the subject, written tutorials published on blogs, video ones uploaded to Youtube, so it is only a matter of sitting down in front of the computer screen and do some research before finding a way to teach yourself that new painting technique.

 

But what should one do if the internet is down and the painting muse has been ringing those bells inside your head? Call me old fashioned but I’m a huge sucker for books. There is some intrinsic form of magic about handling tomes of knowledge, and a very special kind of magic when the book is about miniatures.

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Hello Reader.

 

Well, it seems that in light of all the recent articles published here, the word on the street is that I don’t paint miniatures.

 

With this blog being called “The Painting Frog” there has indeed been a shortage of painting related articles, something I’ll try to remedy today.

 

One of the things I have been trying whenever I sit down to paint is to step out of my comfort zone, and lately that has meant experimenting with the airbrush. I’ve owned one for a while now and used it with some degree of success in the past to paint a small force of Ultramarines and also on the first of the Saim-Hann Eldar I’ve painted.

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Hello Reader.

 

Continuing our sequence of “Road to Mordheim” articles today’s article focuses on the creatures I knew I’d have in the Warband ever since I decided to have a Vampire Counts Warband, and as the title of this article implies, no I’m not talking about vampires.

 

If you’ve read my first article in this series you know by now my Warband focuses on a Strigoi vampire, sent to Mordheim at the behest of a more powerful “master” for some reason we still don’t know.

 

In the Warhammer Fantasy background Strigoi vampires are bestial creatures, little more than ravening beasts, often called “Ghoul Kings” because of their association with these famous fantasy creatures.

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The wooden planks on the bottom of the horse drawn cart creaked, complaining about the heavy weight set upon them. “… and eight, nine, ten” the small man finished counting the recently dug up corpses as they were piled up unceremoniously atop the vehicle.

 

He paid each of the grave robbers a silver piece for their work and their silence and hopped at the cart’s seat, tapped the big man holding the reins and signaled forward. Without making a sound the hulking brute whipped the horses with the reins urging them forward, which the animals promptly did.

 

It was past the middle of the night, the witching hour some folks called it, and they had miles to go before the end of their journey. The cart’s bottom had been covered in straws so they’d soak the putrefying ichors and layers of “stink me not” and other fragrant flowers has been intermingled with the corpses to mask their rotting smell. These were the freshest the small man was able to find, he had even arranged for a few of them to be made into corpses to begin with, as the master had required fresh corpses for the reanimation process. These would have to last a while as the road to the City of the Damned was a long winding one.

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Gorgoloth’s Hounds.

 

Ele se movia determinada e silenciosamente em direção ao velho pórtico engastado na colina. As velhas hastes de metal do qual eram feitas o portão haviam há muito sido corroídas pela ação do tempo, esfacelando-se com a ferrugem e tornando-o sem serventia, motivo pelo qual o portão jazia agora semiaberto, testemunha silenciosa e impotente das idas e vindas da criatura que habitava os túneis mais além, dos quais um dia fora guardião.

 

Os túneis fantasmagóricos sob o velho forte eram evitados por todos, e mesmo aqueles a seu serviço evitavam transitar por ali, pois, ainda que não soubessem a exata natureza da criatura que vivia aqui, eles, os serviçais, sempre sentiram que os túneis eram o domínio de algo maligno, algo que predava tanto homens quanto outras criaturas da escuridão.

 

Qualquer outra pessoa provavelmente se perderia no labirinto de passagens que recortavam a colina sob a qual se assentava há séculos o velho forte de propriedade de sua família. Os aldeões da região especulavam que as passagens e túneis se estenderiam até as bordas de suas terras, enquanto outros atestavam de forma veemente que uma pessoa poderia ir de um lado ao outro das Colinas Uivantes sem jamais ver a luz do dia empregando os túneis. Ele sabia que as passagens não iam tão longe. Tendo caminhado ele mesmo incontáveis vezes por cada um dos túneis ao longo dos últimos séculos, ele conhecia cada centímetro de cada tune, afinal de contas Ele era o mestre aqui.

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